Every job has its own dignity,

A purpose served, service provided,

Every worker is indeed,

As valuable as the next.

For if I need a plumber,

Then he is the man of the hour,

A pain in my side makes the physician,

The most important worker at that time.

And when I go to make a purchase,

That cashier is mighty needed,

And the truck driver who brought the carefully packed wares,

Then the forklift driver, and the shelf stocker, too.

The one who swings the hammer,

And he who wields a trowel,

Are all so much appreciated,

As they work on someone’s home.

I could go on and on,

And I have seen those who think themselves,

And the job they do each day,

To be superior to the task of another.

But in thinking of all that people do,

To make this old world go round and round,

I can think of no job or service that is demeaning,

Or doesn’t serve our fellow man,

One way or another.